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Monday, April 29, 2013

Hot, Wet and Tied Up - Lesbian Bondage Erotica

A steamy tale of a rope bondage loving mistress and her big slut of a pet experimenting with a silly idea to spice up their showering by adding soap-dipped rope to the mix. Featuring light bondage, a lifestyle of dominance, a little SM, and gratuitous kinky lesbian sex; this time the shower will be that much hotter.[Amazon|UK][Smashwords][B&N][Kobo(maybe soon?)][iTunes(maybe in a few weeks)]Set an Author Alarm for Leona D. Reish or sign up to my mailing listto be notified of new releases.Why yes, two release posts in a row. I'd make a joke about being on fire but this release was handled under a torrent of water in the shower, with my patented rubber duckie laptop. I'm trying to cut back on the sleeptalking posts too, but I have had a couple interesting thoughts to carry while writing.It's a very fun story, with a little history both in its characters narrative and development. It also now has the history of being a bit awkward for me to release. Now, yes, I realise this cover was a bit explicit and that was my fault. That's alright, I worked on fixing it and I'm quite happy with what I've gotten out of the process, but as such, yes, I have had to re-release this book with a different cover and title as a workaround for issues with flagging. But I like this title better anyway. It'll show up on Amazon at some point soon now, links are back in business, and ideally not trip any filtering. I'll talk about what happened another time.For those that know of what I've done with story challenges in the past, this was my first. As such, it creates a good example of what I intend to do with my story challenges when I come back to and flesh them out. While the original piece was a 6,000 maximum, this one has bridged over 14,000 if you discount the license note and author dialogue in the back. I like to take that moment to connect with people who've read through something of mine, but I can't claim it's entirely book content.So what's changed, and what makes this good? Well, to compare it to Down the Bunny Hole, I do a lot of editing and reformatting of existing content. Comparatively Bunny Hole is just pulled straight from its posting, formatted and published. That doesn't at all mean Bunny is bad or lacking attention, I do of course run edit and proofreading passes on everything I write regardless of where it ends up, but I did release it initially free and later at a lower price range where I earn 35% of sale because it's not getting the full nine yards of reshine - yet. That's fine, and serves its own purpose, however much I'm only understanding the purpose as I go along.In addition to giving 'Hot, Wet & Tied Up' that much more love and attention to the base of content I had to build up from, it's given me something to launch momentum on, and I've enjoyed that quite a bit. End result is giving the core scene of shower sex and the two girls involved in it more build up with completely different sexy scenes. Jessica loves tying her girl up, so now that I'm not restrained by word limit, I could really work in the scenes of their interaction, including Jessica's dominance and their shared love of just a little toe-curling pain dished out in punishment after leaving her petgirl tied up alone for an hour with a wand vibe set to low for company.There's both orgasm denial and forced orgasms, BDSM lifestyle, kinky and possibly silly use of rope in bondage, lots of soap and loving lesbian sex. A nice change from some of my darker erotica while still being that little bit different and kinky in its own right.Extended excerpt follows:

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A good way to know what you were doing to others was to do it to yourself, so the saying went. Her knots should have been just slack enough to not twist or strain any limbs in the long run, but keeping vocal with her pet was just as important as the aftercare. Kim hesitated, shifting from foot to foot and wrinkling her nose, clearly debating whether to complain about her feet, but shook her head and rested them. The chill of the tiles was taking the sting out of her already.

“No, Mistress, very comfortable, if a little… slimy?” Kim thought, trying not to squirm as much to not make the gel squirt out as to deal with the difference in it. Jessie laughed and leant up to kiss her pet’s lips, humming a soft tune as she nodded and pulled her hand away from sketching patterns on the uplifted breast.

“I’ll bet, that’ll fade soon enough when I get you all hot and wet, again. This time I’ll even let you cum.” Jessie promised in a deliberately slow and seductive drawl, the way that always got her into her pet’s panties when she had any on. Of course, it helped that the stare that held her words was nothing short of domineering lust.

A smouldering and challenging stare – with those bold, bright blue eyes under crowning bangs of light blonde hair – that promised wicked things would be done. The sort of stare that called men across a bar to her when she felt like teasing her pet. Jessica could tease and seduce with the best of them, but only truly had eyes for her big tomboy. It wasn’t that she was against company, but it had to be agreed upon between them, first. Beyond that, few could handle sharing under Jessica as the protective dominant when it came down to it. Fewer still were even given the chance.

Caught up in the predatory glare of those eyes, Kim hadn’t been paying attention at all and jumped like a startled deer when a stab of cold hit her nipple and rolled across her breast. Blinking and looking down at it showed her to the little hoop of rope hanging from one of her bindings with iced soap on the end of it.

Another was being looped onto her other breast, and with a childlike amusement, Jessie simply pulled her hands away to watch it drop and bounce off her pet’s breast repeatedly. Kim loved playing with ice and chill, but it made her gasp and give off a whimpering moan all the same as it rolled back and forth across her skin. With her eyes closed, she didn’t see the third coming, and squealed as bitingly cold ice mashed against her engorged pussy.

“Aww, cold getting to you already, puppy? Or you just eager to get all hot and wet with Mistress, hm?” Jessie purred in that sultry whisper as she moved behind the bigger girl to test and tighten some of her knots. The rope did indeed squelch and squeeze a little more than its usual dry bite, but that was part of the charm in what would make it work out.

Her fingers slid down across Kim’s ass cheeks playfully as she stood there, sliding in between them and brushing over the ropes that dug into her pet like a thong. They were specially set with intent to squeeze and pull Kim’s puffy mounds up and slightly apart like a pair of unrelenting fingers.

That left Jessie free to press between the keenly sensitive folds as she pleased, slowly tracing a single finger over the peachy slit as she stared up at her pet’s attempt to appear unaffected. Her precious little slut wasn’t very good at that, and fell short of gasping as she turned her head to her Mistress with an already emboldened blush in her cheeks, her big brown eyes a touch wanting as they peered past the neat trim of her unruly dark brown hair.

“Mm, yes Mistress; both.” She mewled softly, making a show of it by trying to wiggle her hands and arms, only to be reminded of just how the rope was bound, so that struggling would tighten and grind it around her breasts and crotch immediately. Slick didn’t mean it had no grip or tightness on her, and swiftly made her gasp as her own struggling saw to the cross-stich rope groping her snug cleavage.

It was no secret Kim loved to cuddle her delicate, almost fragile little Mistress as much as Jessie loved curling up in her big puppy-slut’s lap, snuggling her softer curves. That only made binding her all the more fun. It made her squirm and beg to be let out to cuddle and worship her mistress rather than be used as her feisty pillow, but didn’t stop Jessie snuggling and resting her head on every deliciously squeezable curve she desired in peace.

“Mmhm, come on then, puppy. Let’s get you hot, wet and squealing–sorry, squeaking. Nice and squeaking clean.” Jessie teased, and was content with the bashful smile she got for it. She was well aware her pet would feel a bit timid about laughing right now, and just as well. When the idea had come to her, she’d bristled with honest pride. Kim’s laughing over her attempt to explain had stood on her pride a little. As much due to the lapse of discipline to listen as thinking her idea was that funny, but she’d learned and been forgiven.

Pinching and smacking Kim’s rear for good measure to usher her across the bathroom, Jessie made her playful smile clear as her pet squirmed and shivered. A fair sized room of cream tiled flooring and simple white-washed walls, it had the simple, peaceful look of cleanliness and comfort as most were designed to. Not the most extravagant of rooms, but they had the ‘red room’ basement they’d built up over the years for that.

Closing and bolting the door behind Jessie seemed no less intimidating to her pet than when she’d bolt the dungeon door. That room was sound-proofed and isolated from anything that might interrupt them. The bathroom simply had no place for something like a phone, but the gesture was the same. No interruptions, and no leaving.

Jessie ushered her pet slowly over to the shower stand where the fun was to begin. A section of the room cordoned off by a broad glass screen a foot taller than her pet without touching the roof, it had a fine metal frame and gilded art along the edges. While it did mask up when steamed and held towels over the top, it offered little in way of privacy.

Guiding her pet in ahead of her, as if using her as a tower shield against the water being cold, Jessie reached past to pull the lever out and towards the warm. Kim immediately gasped and recoiled a little into her mistress. Well, it was always cold before it started flowing properly.

Jessie was safe with her chin rested on her pet’s shoulder, gazing up at her tenderly with the other hand tangling in the web of knots and rope-threads running across Kim’s back like a handle. She really was using her as a shield, and clucked her tongue softly through cutely pursed lips.

“You’re going soft if that makes you squirm, or is the ice really getting you that sensitive, hmm?” Jessie cooed with a mock innocence as she looked down at her handiwork, Kim only gave off a strangled mewl of affirmation. Jessie knew very well how restricting blood flow, tensing the body and especially adding ice to certain spots affected sensitivity, but she enjoyed playing innocent.

Reaching out of her safe spot – Jessie didn’t care for being chilled like her pet did – she tested the water with wiggling fingers. Humming contently as steam started to swirl off the focused torrent of water, she closed in to hug her pet from behind. Snuggling in on spatters of warm water that got past her pet from the showerhead, she pressed her perky little chest up against her pet’s arms enticingly.